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The barber paused, snapping his scissors and nodding. "Bussa was right then, or Bussa and Philp between 'em." "Hey?" "'Tis wonderful how news gets abroad in Troy. . . . 'Hunken, now? And where might he be one of? I don't seem to fit the name in my mem'ry at all." "You wouldn't. He comes from t'other side of the Duchy a Padstow-born man, and he've never set eyes on Troy in his life."
Some time back in last autumn I've forgot the date, but the books'll tell it the old man handed me two hundred pound in notes, not tellin' me where they came from, with orders to pay it into his account: which I took it straight across to the bank " "Belay there a moment," interrupted Cai. "A moment since you mentioned one hundred." "So I did, because we're talkin' of Cap'n Hunken.
And I reck'ned as you an' Cap'n Hunken had ne'er a secret you didn't share!" "Bias?" asked Cai slowly. "Who was talkin' of 'Bias?" "It takes 'em that way sometimes," said Mr Philp, wiping a rheumy eye. "An' the longer they puts it off the more you can't never tell which way it will take 'em.
"What? With her own hands?" "To be sure. Why not?" "Then that accounts for it," said Mr Philp gleefully, rubbing his hands. "He's a deep one, is your friend Hunken! It did strike me as odd, too his givin' an order to Wyatt in all this hurry: but now I understand." "Drat the man! what is it you understand?"
He's past his prime, o' course; but if only you'd seen him strip in the old time " "Er you're surely not referring to your friend Captain Hunken?"
"Ah!" said Mr Philp. "That's what I'd like to know." "Well, I'll give 'ee the information, and nothin' to pay. Coals burn faster as a man burns slower. You're gettin' on in life; an' next time you draw your knees higher the grate you can tell yourself that, William Philp. . . . Hullo! there's Cap'n Hunken! . . . Mornin', Cap'n. That's a fine bird you're carryin'."
Every one discussed the item with that frankness which is so characteristic of the little town, and so engaging when you arrive at knowing us, though it not infrequently disconcerts the newcomer. Barber Toy having Cai at his mercy next morning, with a razor close to his throat heartily wished him success. "Not," added Mr Toy, "that I bear any ill-will to Cap'n Hunken.
He slept soundly, and was awakened next morning by Palmerston with the information, "Breakfast in the adjoining to-day, sir!" this and "We are at home for breakfast" being the alternative formulae invented by Mrs Bowldler. "And Captain Hunken requests of you not to wait," added Palmerston, again repeating what Mrs Bowldler had imparted. "Is he lying late to-day?" asked Cai.
He turned about and confronted Mrs Bosenna as she stepped forth from her hiding in the bushes, her maid Dinah in attendance close behind her. "Good afternoon again, Captain Hocken! And is this Captain Hunken? . . . It was polite of you polite indeed to bring him so soon." She held out a hand to Tobias, who, to take it, was forced to relinquish for a moment his clutch on the rail.
She rippled with laughter. "You should have seen Dinah's face when she came upon it!" "Caius," said Captain Hunken, interrupting her mirth as with a stroke tolled on a bell, "would ye mind pinching me?" "Not at all, 'Bias if you'll tell me where." "Anywheres. Only rememberin' we're in the presence o' ladies." "It's perfectly simple," said Captain Cai, "if you'll only let me explain!
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